I heard voices getting loud behind me and jumped between the guys just in time. Punches got thrown, I had to pin a dude to a wall. I'm like 180 lbs fully clothed, not the ideal candidate for dragging two angry African heavyweights apart. It was ugly.

I was at the gas station and got blocked in by a cop for parking on the side of the building. Apparently it was suspicious because there weren't any cameras on that side. I had a bag with the place's name on it and I enter and leave from that spot. No ticket, just wasted my time.

I miss playing poker with my buddy. Best time was he won an all-in hand with a queen of hearts in his hand while sitting under a poster of the queen of hearts AND Desperado was playing on the radio. We all lost money and had a good laugh. Miss you Eric.

That's like the whole thing when you get into it. It's not even really about them. It's about all the shit outside, and they have to deal with it from the inside. Not knowing what the fuck is going on the entire time is great too just because that mirrors us as viewers. Sorry, I could talk about that movie for hours.